Truth was, that morning I was fetching a beautiful, off-track Thoroughbred mare from her current home at a racing barn in Pennsylvania. The plan was to take her to a local rescue center for ex-racehorses.
Everything had been arranged nicely: the racing barn was ready for me to pick up the horse at 11 A.M. and the rescue center was all set to receive her at around 4 P.M.
But at 6:30 A.M., I read an email from Kathy, sole proprietor and manager of the rescue center. She would now be away that day, not returning to the farm until much later in the afternoon. She didn’t know when.
I sent a frantic email reply. Would she be back in time to take the horse off my hands?
So when Harvey had asked about the trailer, I still had no confirmation from Kathy that she’d be at her farm when I arrived
